Woke up this morning
To a warm and toasty sun
Golden rays wrapped themselves
Around a blanket of evaporating mist
A dead silence breaks
To the hum of a gentle breeze
A brief shiver stirs my ruffled feathers
On the wire, perched, a chorus of robins
Clearing their throats, testing notes
For a harmonious start of the day
Chirps and peeps vibrate in the wind
Echoes carried to a babbling brook
Flowers sprout open, scenting the breeze
With honey moistened dew
I hover above this majestic scene
Turning up the volume to this morning song
Hoping to spread eternal joy at daybreak
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A sweet poem about a songbird comparing itself with the rest of the song birds. Nicely done; as it was enjoyable to read with it's descriptive imagery. Thanks for sharing. Ravensong